[ It isn't a feeling he's used to at all. It's a first, actually, considering that with his magic he's even struck down a High Priestess, someone second to the goddess herself. The hand on his leg shifts, digs into the material and drags as he grips at it.
But it isn't the past he's thinking of. Nor is it the present, it's -- ] Now. But what about next time? I thought I... [ He just let's out a soft frustrated noise then and reaches up to rub at his eye instead, making it redder from doing it to hard. ]
ah dates yata instead then i guess?!?!?!
But it isn't the past he's thinking of. Nor is it the present, it's -- ] Now. But what about next time? I thought I... [ He just let's out a soft frustrated noise then and reaches up to rub at his eye instead, making it redder from doing it to hard. ]